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â€"â€"â€"mâ€"â€"â€"â€"_ love chi @@@@@@@@ Or, The Girl With the Nut Brown Hair and D 8W WVWVWWMWWW CHAPTER XIIâ€"(Cont’d). Silence for the cuttin of a new quid, an operation whic no sailor would jeopardise with talk. Then Bill resumed his observationsâ€" "Noah, he's nut badly. He was as white as a ghost when he came aboard, an’ noo he’s as black as oald Sooty, an’ that doesn’t spell badly. There’s just yan of three thingsâ€"he’s ayder done summat he shouldn't have done, or he’s going to do it, or else-he’s in love.” An eloquent shrugging of shoul- ders and Bill, rolling his quid in ecstasy, spat expansively over the bows. “Conscience or loveâ€"that’s it,” he continued. “You’ll see I’se reet. A chap nivver luiks like that un- less he’s ot something on his mind, or he’s t inkiii’ aboot a lass he’s not seah sure on. By swunters, it’s amazin’ what a chap’ll dui when a lass has got him in tow. I remember yan neet when I was sweetheartin’ oor Mally, it was be- fore we’d got till t’ walkin’ oot stageâ€"I went an’ sat in her hoose talkin’ till t’ oald man aboot his pigsâ€"they were farmer fwolk, you’ll understand, up Salterscales wayâ€"an’ just getting a glint of Mally as she cowered ower her darnin’. Will, neo, can you believe it, when I'left her, instead of steer- ing for home, I drifted doon till t’ harbour an’ aboard t’ brigâ€"I was sailing on the (‘loffocks thenâ€"an’ danged if I didn’t gang an’ git hold 0’ t’ tiller. Just think on itâ€"took my trick at steerin’ a brig that was moored hard an’ fast till t’ wharf.” “Ay,” he went on, when his com- rades had ceased to chuckle, “an’ I believe I’d stood it aw neet if t’ mate hadn’t come on deck and sent aw my love dreams to leeward with the toe of his boot. Bit what, that’s nowt till t’ daft pranks some of them shore-lubbers play. Why, I’ve been told. it’s hard to credit it I’ll admit, an’. you can believe it or not as you like, bit I’ve been told of yan or two chaps i’ Allerdale that have actually taken to writin’ po’try.” “Poor silly critters,” Jack Currie commented, with a smile of amused contempt. “It hardly seems pos- sible, but I believe thoose reet. N00, I can understand Bill here standin’ his trick ’caus-e whyâ€"weel, it was yan o’ t’ things he’d been ac- customed. to, an’ when his mind was full of love, it was natteral to dui summat he was in the habit of ddiiig. Likewise I can understand a chap that likes beer takkin’ ti drink, but for yan wid hafe an ounce 0’ brains to set to wark an’ reel off a heap o’ babby-hoose rhymesâ€"â€"weel, it’s mair nor mortal man can grip.” “Nothing 0’ t’ sort.” the thunâ€" der growl of Dick Glaister declar- ed, and the others turned to him expectantly. Dick was neverat a loss for an explanation, and it was felt that the solution of another mystery was forthcoming. “It’s as. clear as dayleet, if you’ll only think a bit. It’s weakness, nothing else. There’s some men, but only a few, that love touches in their strong points an' fetches ’em out. Bill, here, for example. Everybody that knows him, kens he's a varra divil .for work, an’ when he was courtin’, he slipped aboard his ship for t' same reason that a duck takes to waiter. Love touched him in his strong point, yc see, brought him out, slowed what sort of stuff he’s made on.” Bill’s face glowed with delight, and slapping his thigh, he ejacu- latedâ€"“That’s just it.” “Well, now.” Dick continued, “I've given you an example of strong points, but as I said when I started, in t' great mass of cases it's the soft places that love finds. Drinks :1 wcakuess, au’ as soon as some men feel a bit in love they fly to drink. .\n' it's same with po’tryâ€"tliat’s a weak spot in a- man's natur', and love finds it out: aii’ vanity. for you'll see young chaps don aw their new duds an' shave tlicrsel’s twice a week. an’ never think 0’ Sill‘l‘lli’ out 0’ doors without havin" their shoes blacked. .\y. ay. there's uothin' like lo'e for fiiidin' soft spots au’ showin’ “"11 up." "As for t' mate." some! llick refilch lts faith; reamy Eyes. “ lads! Fancy love paintin' a chap’s face that color.” If appearance were to be acceptâ€" cd as an index Tinion was indeed in bad case. From his checks all the health tones had fled, leaving mere livid patches; on brow and eyes and lips there was the mark of a soul at war. But the skipper lthought only of physical evil, and approached the mate with an offer of relief for the middle watch. “You’re not fit for it, my lad,” he said kindly, “and you‘d better turn in and lay by for the night.” “Fit, of course I’m fit,” the mate replied siirrily. “I can’s tell what you’re all bothering about. I was never fitter. The best way to real- ly make a man badly,” he added, “is to persuade him think there’s something wrong with him. and if you pack me off to my bunk you'll soon have me on my beam ends.” Still unconvinced, pressed his point. Little did he know that instead of a friendly contest with a man, he was wag- ing a stern conflict with relentless fate; little did he dream that sucâ€" cess would have involved a malig- nant plan in absolute defeat. Rea- lizing at last that persuasion was powerless, be abandoned the effort, and as Tinion disappeared down the companion for his watch below Peter Bewly congratulated himself on the possession of a mate inspir- ed with a spirit so sturdy. Now at last ’tis night, and be- tween the boards of his narrow bed old Peter soundly dreary, starless, hopeless night. into which‘ his honest eyes have never looked, the night of human hate. Night of Nature’s calling, too, is here, and the strings of the horiâ€" zon have been tightly drawn, until it seems to the men who lounge upâ€" on the Habakkuk’s deck that the edge of the world is but the length of a few cables ahead, astern and on either beam. Only overhead does space declare itself, up there among the hanging lights of pearl, timorous, fluttering, twinkling stars. From the masthead the lanâ€" tern twins shoot their warning rays linto the gloom, red and green the sidelights bow and curtsey as the ship with pendulum swing rolls and dips; abaft the companion hood a luminous glow faintly indicates the lbinnacle light, and in the bows a couple of pulsating gleams mark the pipes of the men who are shar- ing Tom Tinion’s watch. The wind has now dropped to a steady sevenâ€"knot breeze, and from that fact the mate extracts a crumb of consolation. Toâ€"Iiight he earns his golden coins, but not one of them, if he can help it, must bear the branding mark of blood. From end to end and side to side of the poop he paces, his teeth tightly gritted, fingers digging into his :palms, his brow beaded with clamâ€" my drops; and as he walks and 'halts and walks again the sailor’s beat. three steps and overboard. his glance shoots fearfully to right and left and cvcn aloft towards the drumming sails and cords, lest night or masts perchance give liarâ€" bor to some being with eyes to note his agony and mark his deed. Forward now, to the shadowy screen of the foremast, where he stands hand to ear, listening for one of those tales held secret by the sea from all save the men who ‘dwcll thereon, and then aft, with a word of command that brings a flash of surprise to the lielmsman’s face and a Word of protest to his lips. "Hasn't that a bit too much cast- ing in it. Mr. Tiniou l” Dick Glaisâ€" :tei‘, he with his hand on the tiller, 'remoiislrates. “It'll take us mighty near the Bulger lee-f, I’m think- iii . ’ “The Bulgcr Reef! Why, whatâ€" :cvcr are you dreaming about? The brig passed that when you were in your watch below.“ the skipper sleeps, that discern the increduliiy expressed iby Dick's face. and making a show of impatience, hc repeats his order. f A moment longer Dick hesitates“ ijust long enough for him to rccol~ ,lcct ihnt obedience is the sailor‘s llii'st law. and then the helm Is slightly movcd. and with a testy Even in the dark ihe mate can~ Wlward. “He may be right, but if it’ .all his senses watchful for a peril ‘has ‘low in hiding for whatever ihe sea it’s true that we‘ve passed the Bul- ger, all I can say is that the old man has knocked more out 0’ t’ Habakkuk this trip than he’s ever done before. Wonder if old Bill’s right. A chap in love isn't fit to; be trusted with a ship. I hope if! out goes wrong they’ll put it on our buryin’ cards, ‘Drooned for Iovc's sakc,’ ud be a grand epi- taph.” Suspicious of he knows not what, he dare not name, Dick grips the post that guides the brig upon her course whilst Tinion paces to and fro. engaged in the final struggle with his better self, that shabby, maimed and battered self, the only good thing the demon Greed has. left him. So half an hour slips by, and then the whiteâ€"robed angel wings its flight, despairing, utterly routed, and the brave little brig bores her way onward, the Spirit of Hate incarnate in command. Once more the mate goes aft, and sinking on the grid in the stern drops his head upon his hands. “You're not so well, I’m think- in’,” says brawny . Dick compasâ€" sionately. “Won’t you go below an’ call the skipper l” “Nay, I’ll not do that Dick. The watch'll soon be over, and I’ll work it out. I can’t tell what’s come over me; I feel out of sorts some- how. No, I’ll not turn in, but I wish you’d slip below and fetch me a nip of brandy; you’ll find a botâ€" tle in my locker. I always have a little by me for happenings of this sort. Here. I’ll take the tiller till you come back.” “You’re sure that. sir ‘1” “Oh, yes, I’m not all that bad. I daresay the brandy will put me to rights again.” Relinquishing his charge, Dick hurries away below, but returns with the intelligence that the lock- er is fastened. and so Tinion has to fumble for his keys, first in this pocket and then in that, and thus a few extra seconds are gained to him with the vessel under his own control. Once more Dick disappears down the companion-way, and the mo- ment he is alone, Tinion bends over the binnacle, with trembling fin- gers springs back the hasp and blows out the light. Then he grips the tiller‘with both hands, and the ready craft, yielding to the rud- dcr’s sway, pomts her nose 3. fracâ€" tion more to the east. "We can’t be far off now, he hoarsely mutters; “if Dick will only be slow enough I shall just manage it.” Returning to find the compass a blank, Dick Glaister breathes a malediction on these “blessed lights that won’t stand a babby’s puff,” hands the brandy to the mate, and departs once more for a fresh lantern, Tinion speeding his quest with an appeal to “hurry up, for I’ve no fancy for guess work.” Haste, ay, haste indeed, but with all thy hurry, good mariner, thou art too late. Too long the gallant little brig, that has carried thee safe over seas, that have clamored for thy life, has lain in traitor hands. Too late, too late! Even as Dick fits the new lantern in its socket, and neatli its rays. the compass stuns him with its re- yOll can manage )1 velation, a paralyzing cry cuts through the nightâ€"- “Breakers ahead!” “Where away?” Dick demands, stamping upon ceremony and thrusting the mate from the tiller with a force that drives him spraw- ling on the deck. "Hard on the port- bow.‘ Dick jams the tiller down, throwâ€" ing the ship up into the wind, where she curvets with her sails all aback and thumping the quiver- ing masts, whilst the sea, lashed in- to maelstrom fury, angrily beats her sides. Delaying-pin in hand, Kit Salkeld is beating the devil’s own tattook upon the hatchway, and his sten- torian voice shrieks into every cor-j her of the tiny fo’c’s'le- “Tumble up there, tumble up.! All hands wear ship!” Ay, tumble up, but with all your, tumbling you shall not baulk the sea of his quarry. There are} i u hangs over the side, a tangled heap of spar and cord and canvass. Crash again! Lifted by the surge the ship drives further on the rav» enous rocks which crush like the shell of an egg her oaken planks, her bowsprit snaps off by the bolt, the mizcntop shoots out and downâ€" wards. Tho Habakkuk is a ship no longer. She is a helpless, hopeless wreck. (To be continued.) f.‘Lt1‘.f.#.t§j # 1 ft! 9 Q 9 v if f lihoul the Farm H+H+++++++¢§+++§ Q #9042 PREVENTING PIG TROLPLES. There is no class of inquiries which are‘answered witah so little satisfaction to the agracultnral press and to its readers as those concerning ailing pigs. It is hard enough to diagnose when one has an opportunity to make a personal examina’.ion, and doubly hard when such an examinâ€" ation is impossible. Even after the o+¢¢+v¢¢+13 t+¢¢9¢o+¢o trouble is correctly diagnosed, treatment in the case ,of pigs is often very unsatisfactory. The truth of the old maxim, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,” was never better illustrated than in the case of pig disease. There is no need of arguing the de- sirability of keeping the pig heal- thy and thrifty. All readers will agree with us on this point, but singularly enough it is difficult to get them to act upon their own beâ€" lief. Take, says Wallace’s Farmer, the disease known as prrtial para- lysis, which has become quite com- mon, comparatively speaking dur- ing thelast two orthree years. We are convinced that if due care were exercised in the matter of feeding the pigs and very common preven- tive measures taken, this disease would not be at all troublesome; but notwithstanding the frequency with which we have emphasized the , importance of preventives during’: the past two or three years, not one out of ten of our friends who asked for help in this particular matter have made an effort to pre- vent it. In addition to providing V. clean, wellâ€"ventilated sleeping quar- ters and a ration which contains some muscleâ€"making food in addi- tion to the corn it will pay to feed the Government recipe to all hogs which show any signs of disease. This recipe, which we have pub- lished many times before, is as fol- lows: Pounds Wood charcoal . . . . . . . . 1 Sulphur . . . . . . 1 Sodium'chlorid . . 2 Sodium bicarbonate .. .. 2 Sodium hyposulphite .. . 2 Sodium sulphate . 1 Antimony sulphide (black anâ€" timony) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 These ingredients should be com- pletely pulverized and thoroughly mixed, The dose of the mixture is a large tablespoonfnl for each 200 pounds weight of hogs to be treated, and it should be given but once a day. Our friends should always keep before the hogs a. box of wood ash- es or charcoal, in which a little salt has been mixed. This ought to be where the hogs can have access to i'. at all times. If they will adopt these simple precautions and then exercise some care in feeding a balâ€" anced ration, the number of comâ€" plaints of pig diseases of one sort or another will be cut in half with- in three months. FARM NOTES. The ignorant engineer gets from 30 to 50 per cent. less steam effici» ency from a given amount of coal than does the man who knows. The intelligent daii‘ymau is really an efficient engineer. He makcs cvci'y pound of feed count. Agriculture now takes its place as :a business as sure in its operations, and results as manufacturing and merchandising. It is no longer a haphazard proposition in which pig troubles! , thousand. “___â€"___.- ! and to have it arrive in the very best condition so far as texture and surroundings are concerned. Aim always to have the vehicle it is car- ried in. also the crates, jars and other packages containing it as lcleuu and attractive as they can be made. If it is necessary to car- ry apples, vegetables, hides or other products of the farm in the same wagon, let these be disposed of before the customers are scrv« ed. and never allow anything with a pungcnt odor like the kerosene can to be carried in the same wagâ€" on. Thc difliculty last mentioned can sometimes be overcome by suspending the offending article for transportation below the body of the wagon. -â€"*X‘â€"-â€" QI'EE‘S ALEXANDRA'S HOBBY. Rarely Without a Camera and Has 'l‘akcn 10,000 Photographs. It is no exaggeration to say that Queen Alexandra’s premier hobby yis photography. Indeed her Majesty lis without question one of the most enthusiastic amateur photographers it is possible to meet. She is said now to possess albums containing lover 10.000 photographs, all taken by her own hands, representing royal and important personagcs, places and festivals in all parts of Europe, says London Tit-Bits. For a period of sixteen years now the Queen has been a devotee of the camera. She possesses five cameras. It was, of course, as Princes sof Wales that her Majesty made her first snapshot. Although to-day the Queen really does very little developing, she has so thoroughly mastered its techni- calities that she is fully competent to enter the dark room which was specially built on the new royal yacht, the Victoria and Albert, at her instigation and print off her films. Wherever the Queen goes-â€" be it a cruise in the royal yacht to her home in Denmark or a ride ‘across country in the Highlands~ ’she is never without a camera. That she uses it is evident when it is stated that during one of her Mediterranean cruises she secured l,400 photographs in six weeks. In hcr way of going to work she lis most methodical. Her photo- ’gi'aphs fill many albums and under ;cach photograph her Majesty has written a description of the picture and the date when taken. They include a great variety of subjects, ,from the King‘s stud horses taken jin the old days at the annual sale iat Wolfcrton to portraits of her lgrandchildren on the lawn at Sand- ringham and the ruins of the Par- thenon. The photographs of her grandchildren fill three albums alone and now amount to several They depict them at ;their games romping with each lother, and one that made the King 'i'oar with laughter when he saw it has caught two of the younger sons of the Prince of Wales, each.en- deavoriug to exert his right to a. certain toy by the free use of his fists. One is not surprised to hear that his Majesty has frequently fallen a victim to the ever alert cameraf 1of the Queen. What she regards as{ lone of the best photographs of the! lKing is that which depicts him talk- ing to Lord Suffield in the grounds of Marlborough House. Then she ,‘has photographs of his Majesty run-. lning and in all sorti7 of unconvenJ ‘tional positions. liese very much ,‘amuscd the Kaiser when he was lin this country, and he is said to 1have begged the Queen for one of! l :these humorous sets, as she term ltheni. 5 Then the Queen has put her hobi ‘by to a novel use. She has had oer-‘-~ ’tain photographs reproduced on china. This service is kept at Windsor and only used by the] Queen when entertaining her ntost ’intimate friends. Each cup conâ€" tains a photographic reproduction ‘;il‘!(l they are all of the humorous ‘typc. One shows his Majesty run< ining across the lawn to greet a friend. They say at \Vindsor that: gshould his Majesty drop in to tea 'when this service is being used he never gets this cup, because he ‘might accidentalng drop it. ___ +____ i YOU KNOW THE MAN. l breakcrs on the port bow that,guessing plays the most prominan Most of us are acquainted with pierce the over-lying waters and point their witchâ€"like fingers to the sky, articulate breakers, that by day loom dark and grim to the mariner’s dangcrrseeking gaze. and by night give warning to his list-' cniug car; there are breakers, [00,: on the larboard bow, sneaking, cowardly breakers. which the sun never kissedâ€"breakers lying may bring ihcniâ€"vhreakcrs with udumaminc fangs that may rcnd the stoutcst greciiheart or hold in ’stcadfast. unreluxing grip, ay. even- tiicly rumbled. with a glance aft. little flap the still: cmpiy some of' “it's hard to say weaknesses has hen got. at; hg‘< 5.. Cordage disinally creaking an ac-lhcr. of to the Day of Judgment. and on} these th.; Habakkuk. with all the: with staggering! is driven crush. many ’crn: but judgin' by hi,. compuiiiiiicnt. _ conduct this trip. I should say itl "1 don’t- likc it a bit.“ Dick, Sliflitm'i‘d h.“ the SllOCk‘ the film“ “as i’ sulks. In»: lurk in liiiii.lc'i‘iii:iblcs. as the mate goes for. tcpinast goes by the board. and. part. Farmers are now as inucn intcrcstcd in the cost of production as the maker of pig iron or of nails. realizing ar they do that therein lies the true secret of profit. It may be set down as a general rule that all plants have certain climates in which they thrive best. It has been 0bS€l‘\C(,l that plants more dwarfed and branching. more abundant foliage, and thcir leaves and fruit possesses brighter Colors, the nearcr they reach their north, crn boundary of successful (ultim- lion. in the northern limits, a plant is “ml-e prudllcl‘in‘, ,‘J‘l‘l14‘l'tillj.' which of hisitim wind and holly out again. thelwziy of the sevenknot breeze upmfiains more ‘sngzir and plutcn. and ‘ icquircs a snortcr lime to complete,» its growth. Let pains be taken to pack the butter in the nearest way possible It has also been iioticcd ihut.‘ L'llllâ€"' Ithc person who asks obvious ques- ltionsâ€"the sort of man “he stops :you in the middle of a headlong rush and asks you if you are in a ,huri‘y. Mr. Eâ€"-â€" is one of these IM.’.~IS, and during a walk abroad the other morning he paused in as- llrlllrlllllC‘llt outside a friend’s house. Before it stood three huge moving vans: the lawn was almost covered with articles of furniture of \‘le‘h ous sortsâ€"pictures. wardrobes, and china. And there was his old friend I} â€". begriiiied, weary. and ,illâ€"icmpci‘ed. directing operations .in his shirt-sleeves. "What. l}â€"-~-." exclaimed Mr. ,l§â€"â€"â€", "are y u mining!” ‘ “Not at (ilk-Pit at all." sinp» ’1‘le lives». vwiih (inbri'nic :arczizyin. , "I'm taking my fui'intnrc out to; .8 i‘idel"